Rumpole à la Carte Quotes

“I sent out words like soldiers to battle and they never returned.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“Soapy Sam looked as though he had just sat down on a favourite armchair which had gone missing.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“Up the stairs I found an imposing headquarters, decorated with the portraits and busts of solemn, whiskered old darlings who, no doubt, bled their customers with leeches and passed on the information to alarmed small boys that self-abuse leads to blindness.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“On the cover of this publication a bikini-clad young woman disported herself with a medicine ball, both articles looking as though they had been inflated with a bicycle pump.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“My customary exercise consists of a short stroll from the Temple tube to Equity Court, and rising to object to impertinent questions put by prosecuting counsel.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“Dr Rahmat thrust his hand between her legs, tried to kiss her and suggested that there was time for a quick one.'

'Meaning sexual intercourse?' Sir Hector was clearly not about to take the view that my client was offering his patient a small sherry.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“This soirée was followed by a longer and more serious session in Pommeroy's, which had ended once again, I regret to say, with Henry and me recalling the great hits of Dame Vera Lynn. So now I turned my face to the wall, closed my eyes and knew what it was like to stand on the edge of eternity.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte

“He is a pale, long faced, unsmiling fellow who probably lives on a diet of organic bran and carrot juice. He heard Ballard open the proceedings against La Maison with a pained expression, and looked at me over his half-glasses as though I were a saucepan that hadn't been washed up properly.”
― John Mortimer, Rumpole à la Carte